The Greyer The Storm Light Folds
Poem By Mark Heathcote
A soft temperate smile, brakes
from the bars of a raging sea;
once purged, two lovers of their sweetest melody.
But age and faith are truer friends
than youth in all her guises;
that's why lovers can allure, amends
from all their cold deceits
because the greyer the storm light folds
the deeper and brighter true love burns
in her autumn, coals.